Open Social Tatooine Serve's Up

[Dar'baal]

Smoe Jith had been trying his hand at being a freight captain after his last lover's rejection. He was doing quite well for himself though without the structure of his previous job on Thyferra, Smoe became lackadaisical and often drank during his work. His ship, a YT-1200 named, Mandible Mommy with appropriate decals, flew into a large Tibidon Sand Whale.

Smoe Jith panicked and in his stupor ejected the escape pod. This resulted in the cockpit containing the cross-faded Captain Jith to detach from the rest of the starship and just barely manage to clear a kilometer from the Mandible Mommy before safely landing in the dunes. The same could not be said for the ship and the sand whale which created large plums of sand and smoke respectively when they came to a stop. The beast and the light freighter impacted one another at such velocity the sand whale would soon die of its injuries. The ship would crash into the sands hundreds of meters apart. It would not be long before a scouting light shuttle spotted this collision and word spread of the harvest to be claimed.

Desert, Tatooine​

Dar'Baal Desilijic Zordo loved to eat rare delicacies and chose to jump at the chance to have fresh Sand Whale meat. His gluttony was known by some to be escessive even by Hutt standards. But with an entire whale, the Scion thought there was nobody who would dare to keep him from eating his fill save perhaps his uncle. Dar'baal had ordered his entourage to leave Mos Espa behind and head out into the desert for an 'all you can eat' party.

A whaling station was set up around the recently deceased sand whale. Word had spread and there was already a Jawa sandcrawler approaching the YT-1200 light freighter. One sail barge would begin to approach the whaling station along with an accompanying skiff. Music played from the interior of the large hovercraft making it one of the most opulent party busses on the desert planet second only perhaps to the more wealthy Hutts that visited this locale.

The skiff and accompanying sail barge would slow down as it neared. The whaling station's foreman stepped away from the processing line after exchanging warry glances with the other burly 'supervisors'. They were normally the biggest and toughest guys around but the two Gamorrean boars that served as Dar'baal's honorguard made the foreman stop in his tracks. Behind the two green skinned guards was the hovering form of Dar'baal, sitting on his guided hover sled puffing on his hookah pipe. Flanking him was a pair of droids armed with blaster rifles. The serious guards stood out since they were in the minority as a dozen scantly clad male and female dancers and servants moved around the Hutt to keep up with his every desire.

"Uba gee woy luto joday mepauka tah datka. Mepauka bu cobaya see fa che mi an Jee hatkocanh pacmant uba tee che wa hou baa joday." The deep voice of the Hutt echoed around the area over the music that continued to play from his private vehicle. People continued to party on his barge and Dar'baal had no problem with this. He was here to enjoy himself but the last to arrive behind the Hutt was a 3P0 protocol droid. The gears and servos in its legs struggled to keep up even with the casual pace of the Hutt. "Oh heavens...His excellence Dar'baal Desilijic Zordo, first of his name would like to commend you on your work. He would like to pay you to work the rest of the day for him." Dar'baal let his gaze wander over towards the fresh hunks of meat. The corners of his wide mouth began to drool a slightly green saliva before his tongue slid out to lick it up, preventing it from dribbling down the side of his face. The Foreman looked between the droid and the Hutt before nodding his head. "It usually will take days to carve this whole thing up."

Dar'baal could have guessed what the foreman had said and waited for the 3P0 unit to translate before replying. "Jee hatkocanh wamma uba an mee bidii wa bacogna baa kanu see joday whao uba joday um baw wah cobaya dee hou an don bu tapka." Dar'baal reached up to adjust the blue fez hat he wore while he waited for the foreman's answer. He did not have to wait long and in the next few minutes slabs of Sand Whale were being cut and prepared in numerous dishes. Portions that were meant for Hutts were shared and there was plenty to go around.

The guards of Dar'baal knew to keep an eye on Jawa's in case they got close to the hutt's personal items. But the crashed YT-1200 light freighter, the Mandible Mommy, was seeming to being attracting its own crowd of scavengers. " Moova bimhee bu kiyea. jot ten gee wa wahuota natmahconza cohka fet bacdop bin baukola mo fet jeejee caiot tee konza cuee!" Those in his company either spoke Huttese or knew to cheer as the volume increased to echo off the surrounding Dune Sea.

Spoiler: Please read, OOC

This is a social and meant to be fun and relaxed. It's Tatooine and relatively lawless but no PvP. Potential for PvE if you want but this is a relatively safe area for the purposes of this thread.

 

[Preef Callo]

A Tibidon Sand Whale getting harvested only a four-hour speeder ride from Mos Eisley was a rare thing. Something the locals usually made the effort to go and visit and eat their fill considering most foodstuffs on Tatooine that had any real taste to them were either expensive to farm due to a water shortage, or imported at ridiculous prices. One of those locals was Preef Callo and the little sand-cloud that he and his gang kicked up had been visible for a good twenty minutes before they finally arrived, covered in sand, both bow-legged and hungry.

"Look at that," the aging gunslinger motioned towards the corpulent Hutt that had been reported to have arrived in Mos Eisley a few days earlier. "Isn't that one of the Supreme Mogul's cousins?" the rodian laughed. He was beginning to view most Hutts, especially the Desilijic, as merely feeding off the scraps that the Supreme Mogul was leaving them. Most of them were insignificant and Nor'baal called them Scions, but Preef wasn't sure if that was a proper rank within the cartel or merely a degorative term.

One of the Foremen made sure that Preef and his gang received a plate with ample meat and each a bottle of water. Especially the latter was hard to come by this far from an outpost, but considering how long they'd been riding definitely a thoughtful gesture. "Here," the rodian handed the foreman a bag filled with credit chips, "For the workers and their families." the cartel knew how to keep the people of Tatooine loyal to their syndicate and not get tempted to throw their lot in with the Crimson Dawn, the Black Sun or even worse, the Pykes. They taxed the mining corporations, pirates and other scum heavily but at public events like these they always gave back to the locals.

"Go tell the Deslijic scion that I have the Chakaph for his clan," Preef told the weequay gunslinger who, due to his leathery skin, didn't need as much of a rest after a ride through the scorching heat as a rodian did. The system of Chakaph was valued highly by the Supreme Mogul, who received tributes from enforcers, champions, crimelords, scions, diamyo's and Lordas by the thousands and on a daily basis.

"Most magnificent Desilijic," the weequay gunslinger said as he approached the partying Hutt, not quite having remembered his name much like Preef didn't actually know either, "Preef Callo brought Chakaph for the Desilijic clan."

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[Ajax Lawson]

Tatooine was one of those places everyone could go and take a load off, but also one of those places where you could get into a gunfight over a loaf of bread. It was a criminal's home, and a good man's grave. The Contractor found it an interesting place. Not for the reasons above, but because of the power clan here known as the Hutts. Desilijic was a name well known throughout the planet and when Ajax had come across a Hutt wanting a party, he saw opportunity.

Lawson's allegiance was to Apex and Apex alone, but what he could do here was worth the big bucks. Hutts had buttloads of money, and plenty of enemies they wanted dead. Taking a private contract from a Hutt could set him up for rotations. So making his way to show his respect for the Hutt's authority he'd take a couple pieces of fruit and eat. It'd be more disrespectful to pass the food offered by a Hutt and not eat.

"Oh great one! Thank you for your kind offerings. I shall show you the respect you deserve by partaking in your party!" The Apex Contractor would give a respectful bow and then place a gift being an open contract with a few blanks to be filled. "Anytime you want a problem handled, give us a call and we will handle it for you grand Desilijic." Then Ajax took a few steps backward before going back to the party.

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[Dar'baal]

The servos of the orange painted security droids emitted typical machine noises as they regarded the approaching Weequay. The photoreceptors analyzed the man's approach before continuing to scan the surrounding area further. The Gamorrean guards that were close at hand were nearly twice the size of the Weequay, albeit in thickness rather than height. None-the-less, the emmisary from Preef Callo was admitted an audience with Dar'baal.

The protocol droid beside him repeated the greetings though the Scion understood it well enough. It helped sometimes to hear something repeated especially when he was buzzed. The slug smiled, letting a rivulet of slime to trickle from the corner of his mouth. He spoke in Huttese thereafter which his droid translated for him. "His Magnificence, Dar'baal Desilijic Zordo recognizes and welcomes you Boss Preef Callo. Please present your Chakaph."

Dar'baal had heard a lot of the Rodian gunslinger and former Crymorah Syndicate boss. He was still the acting hand of the Scion's own boss and uncle, Nor'baal and thus this Chakaph would in turn likely be present to the older Hutt. Though depending on what it was Dar'baal may keep it for himself and present something else of value in his own tribute to his uncle. The governments of the core had their taxes and tithes, the Hutt's had Chakaph and it had worked well enough for millenia.

Following the Callo's subordinate in presentation was another stranger of a man. The contractor spoke and like the previous individual, had his words translated by the protocol droid. "His magnificince wishes to know who it is you speak for?" The man had not given his name or even so much as mentioned an organization. Dar'baal was physically and figuratively tremendous and a generous benefactor so he knew he deserved the admiration of the masses.

The distant echo of a blaster bolt being fired echoed across the flat sandy plans. A few screams and yells followed. A few hundred meters away on the edge of a dune shifted half a dozen creatures. Reptilian sycks were being shot at by marksman trying to keep the beasts at bay. While the animals were hesitant, they hissed and continued to prowl forward, drawn by the smell of meat.

Dar'baal watched this and knew there was plenty of able bodied individuals to slay the animals. A thug with an Akk dog struggled to hold their pet back as it barked towards the approaching wild animals. The Sycks were more than half the size of a Dewback but still larger than an eopie and far more dangerous . The Hutt did not seem the least bit bothered by this new event though his guards slightly tensed. His boars snorted and the droids verified their blaster rifles were charged.

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